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[dragxnblade-blog]

Shugo Daimyo

Talon curled his fingers along the fringes of the ornate box. Discussions with the locals had made actually finding this location exceedingly easy. Gifts weren’t expected, but after hearing what Thresh had done to Yasuo, Talon wasn’t too keen on the idea of showing up empty handed. So, neatly organized within the thin, decorated box were assorted mooncakes that he had heard would at least be accepted.

The Yokai that answered the door ushered him inside; directing him to where he could find the Shugo-Daimyo. Nodding curtly and forcing a thankful smile, Talon followed her through the hallways. Once at the appropriate door, the woman took her leave and Talon crossed the threshold.

The sheer grandness that was the other’s manifestation had astounded the assassin. The locals’ descriptions hadn’t done him justice; Talon tightening his jaw and approaching Thresh slowly.

“Shugo-Daimyo of Ionia,” Talon extended his hands forward, offering the colored box to Thresh, “..could I bother you for a moment of your time?”

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[reaper-starchild]

"Intriguing how a Starchild can fall so far."

“When you toy with mortal lives, a number of interesting things can happen. Don’t you think?”

[solitadius-blog]

"I hear the Elders talk highly of you."

▌✧▐ - “Ah, perhaps they have.”

After all, Shen was a prodigy - one that had mastered the legendary Spirit Blade.

The Eye of Twilight nodded slightly at Thresh.

“I am flattered but you have a purpose of visiting me, do you not? What answers do you seek?”

死神 。

[softstarlight]

"Red would look so much better on you, dear."

“I’m s-sSorry?”

[the-phantom-reaper]

For Me

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Thresh stared, ghostly eyes narrowing as his white pupils practically bore into Vladimir’s soul. That was the intention behind his gaze, after all. Slowly, he came close, his clawed hand coming up to graze along their cheek gently. Until, his fingers grasped around their throat, firmly; not too tight.

“Why is it that you see the need to put yourself in danger constantly?We have talked about this.”

Despite his hold, and stature, the Warden’s voice seemed pained, and the expression his eyes held quickly fell, looking upon his Little Bird with utmost concern.

A flicker of confusion furrowed into Vlad’s brow when Thresh’s fingers twisted along his neck. Raising his chin slightly, Vlad stared unflinchingly into the Warden’s eyes; the other’s gaze provoking unsettling emotions to knot uncomfortably within his stomach. 

But it wasn’t until Vlad heard the other’s voice that his emotions twisted into a surge of guilt. 

Turning his face away slightly, Vlad found himself unable to maintain eye contact; his gaze, instead, traveling to stare over Thresh’s shoulder. Tightening his jaw, Vlad spoke.

“..It’s fine. Really, you don’t need to worry.” He forced himself to look back at Thresh. “I can regenerate anything that happens, so it’s fine..” Vlad’s expression softened; punctuating his sentence with a gentle smile.

[the-phantom-reaper]

"Vladimir, come."

Vlad’s gaze flickered sideways as his attention was drawn to the Warden. Tilting his head slightly, Vlad stared curiously up at Thresh. “What is it you need?” 

[the-phantom-reaper]

Served My Sentence

With unchecked ferocity, black trees twisted across the darkened earth. Snaking through the sky and clawing toward the night with claws of obsidian; threatening to pull the very stars from their place and plummet the world into darkness.

Such was the Shadow Isles.

Thickened fog drifted across everything; twisting through the crooked foliage and swallowing the earth in listless, lethargic grey. Amidst the darkness roamed manifestations of the dead; navigating the land with broken bodies and wicked intentions. At times, The Departed linger. And oftentimes they find they linger within this very realm.

For Shadows feel at home among Shadows.

Vlad hadn’t realized he’d manifested a fear of heights. Perhaps not fear, per se - but rather mild discomfort. He’d identified that it was a result of a prior encounter with a Vampirically-Enhanced Piltover Enforcer. Ever since he’d been thrown from the 7th floor window of Vi’s apartment in Piltover. 

Cradled within Thresh’s arms, Vlad curled his fingers along the fringes of the Warden’s armor. It was The Harrowing and that meant Thresh would be visiting the Shadow Isles. Curiosity provoked the question and Vlad inquired if he could join Thresh in his venture to the mysterious island.

Thresh had obliged.

The wind tore past them; chilled with ice of the encroaching winter. Vlad suppressed a shiver as his hair whipped wildly across his face.

He cast his emerald gaze upward to stare at Thresh’s Hannya. Had it been anyone else, he’d be afraid. Because thus far, traveling to the Shadow Isles had always resulted in Vlad’s untimely torture. Trust in his Daimyo robbed him of the capacity to be afraid in this moment.

Returning his gaze downward, he looked for signs of their destination. As it emerged from the fog, Vlad looked up at Thresh again.

“We will be landing soon, yeah?” He raised his voice in an attempt to compete with the loudness of the wind.

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[the-phantom-reaper]

@ketsugetsu:

“Changed?” Thresh seemed in awe, his arms wrapping just as tight around his lover, as they did around him. “What could have… Dear, what did I change into?”

The other’s voice was undeniably comforting. Vlad exhaled a sigh, secretly grateful he’d been sober this morning. “You’d transformed into..” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully, “..what most other Thresh’s looked like.” It was mildly strange expressing that notion. “It, uh..” A soft laugh crossed his shoulders and he closed his eyes. “..was the most painful thing I’ve..” 

Despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to complete the statement; the sentence fading off into nothingness.